Hush, my little one; you must be exhausted. Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a king I've been exiled, persucuted Left alone with no defense When I think of what that brute did I get a little tense But I dream a dream so pretty That I don't feel so depressed 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest The sound of Simba's dying gasp His daughter squealing in my grasp His lionesses' mournful cry That's my lullaby Now the past I've tried forgetting And my foes I could forgive Trouble is I knows it's petty But I hate to let them live So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me The melody of angry growls A counterpoint of painful howls A symphony of death, oh my! That's my lullaby Scar is gone... but Zira's still around To love this little lad Till he learns to be a killer With a lust for being bad! Sleep, ya little termite! Uh-- I mean, precious little thing! One day when you're big and strong You will be a king! The pounding of the drums of war The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar The joy of vengeance Testify! I can hear the cheering Kovu! What a guy! Payback time is nearing And then our flag will fly Against a blood-red sky That's my lullaby!